My name is Banxi, and my full name is Heluo Banxi. I was born in an ancient country of tribal noble named Heluo.

Because my father was the chief of the tribe and a member of the Senate and Noble House of the Guza Kingdom, when I was eighteen years old, I relied on my own efforts to relied on the Guza University.

Well, even at that time I couldn't recognize the words.

But life in college was extremely boring. During this period, I was apart from bullying classmates, and I got a few women's stomachs, and I also had nothing to do. But even so, I still graduated with excellent grades and successfully entered the noble lower house and became a member of the parliament.

Of course, I always thought that all this was earned little by little by little through my hard work, and it had nothing to do with my chief's father.

Oh, this charming talent!

The great ancient god is above!

But this kind of good luck and talent seemed to have reversed when I was twenty-eight years old.

Because of political marriage, I married a woman who was three years younger than me, but I didn't like her at all.

After all, love cannot be forced, and that woman who is three years younger than me is about 400 pounds, and I cannot bear the love from her.

But who made her the only daughter of the president of the noble dean?

Originally, we were both peaceful, but one night I drank wine and didn't return overnight. I brought me some of them, such as Xiao Tiantian, Xiao Xiangxiang, Lily, Xiao... I can't remember them clearly. Anyway, there are a lot of them, and I was a little bit over the night. When I woke up in the guild the next day, I felt that my body was hollowed out.

Then the woman, who was 400 pounds, actually came to the door after receiving the news. We had a big fight and quarreled again when we got home at night.

I felt a little angry, and felt that she was a little ungrateful, so I took out the revolver to scare her.

Unexpectedly, a tragedy happened.

My revolver actually went off fire and fired six shots in a row.

The woman fell into a pool of blood.

I calmly changed into ammunition. After all, the woman is relatively large and six guns should not kill her.

Well, in order to save her life, I hurriedly walked forward.

Oh, the great god of ancient saints is above!

The revolver actually went off fire again.

During the continuous rescue, she was shot thirty-six times, but she still failed to rescue her.

I looked sad, but what can I do? Her father is the director of the noble house. Although he is a mascot, the potential energy is still very large.

If the other party knew that my revolver left and the fire killed his daughter, he would definitely find a way to kill me.

For this reason, I bribed it... Ah, I invited a few inquirers who used to eat, drink and have fun together to help, pretended to be suicide, and then asked the police station to issue a suicide certificate.

But why did my damn father-in-law just not believe it?

Not only did he spray my saliva on my face, he also dared to threaten me, a member of the noble House of Commons, saying that I would not die well and would not die in my entire body.

Is there any law, and any law?

I had such a bad temper... Not long after, my father-in-law died of cardiac arrest. I inherited all his legacy with grief. Well, it must be an accident, after all, I had the proof of being absent at the time.

When I thought the matter was finally over and I could breathe a sigh of relief, I suddenly received a letter.

A detailed account of the death of the woman and the sudden accident of my father-in-law.

I go, dare to slander me?

It was definitely not what I did, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

Well, on a sunny afternoon, I made an appointment to meet and have a detailed discussion with each other.

Of course, I wouldn't be so stupid to go on an appointment alone.

I hired a group of gunmen in advance, and even a few extraordinary people who are said to be very powerful.

We ambushed each other in some abandoned church.

Then, everyone died and was killed by the man shrouded in his black robe.

I looked at him calmly, and then I would rather die than surrender, kneeled on the ground and shouted: Don't kill me-

The other party was indeed shocked by my will, and was even influenced by my unyielding integrity. He even tried his best to invite me to join the other party's organization.

He also said that if they hadn't secretly helped me cover up, the things I had done before would have been exposed to the eyes of some forces in the ancient country.

Oh, this charming talent!

The great ancient god is above!

Gold shines everywhere.

The other party was eager to be talented and even grabbed my braid. What can I do?

Of course, if you can't beat it, join it!

Well, in the end, I joined this organization. After more than ten years of hard work, I gradually became a senior member - an external member.

However, the work arranged for me by the other party over the years has been very simple, mainly to participate in some channels for population business.

The source and input links of population business are extremely mysterious. I cannot access these, but over time, I can occasionally notice that the composition of these populations is a bit complicated.

Over the years, I have worked as consuls in three countries. After passing through more than a dozen groups of population transactions, I found that the population composition of each group is different, and the forces that transport and accept seem to be different.

Sometimes it is children, sometimes it is women, and there are also meat and vegetables that are not suitable for both young and old. This may be used for sacrifices by living people. Of course, there are even prisoners. Moreover, the places where they pass by are completely different. There are more than a dozen countries such as the ancient country of Sa, Mu country, the country of the Gate, the country of Yun, etc. Anyway, the other party’s requests have been made strange.

After a long time, I probably understand that this is a secret organization serving several organizations.

What they do is trafficking in persons.

But what does it have to do with me?

Although I helped them sell people, kill people, buy evil spirits, set fires, pull them into the water, and eat, drink and play gambling, I always think I am a good person.

Even though I have gained a lot of benefits from them over the years, become a second-level extraordinary person, and have also obtained a lot of money, I have always been keen on charity and donated a hundred gold shields from the Correctional Services Department last month.

But why are good people like me not rewarded?

Well, I discovered it a few days ago, and I seemed to be targeted.

I discovered this not because I felt keen, but because the other party deliberately made me discover something.

For example, I inexplicably received a letter explaining my various crimes.

It lists some of the things I have done over the years.

Oh my God, I have forgotten many things, why should I seize those little things?

Why can’t I look at how I am passionate about charity and work hard?

In particular, there is also the portrait of the ex-wife.

Vomit... I've forgotten what that guy looks like, this damn guy with ulterior motives.

I wanted to find out who this person was, but after a few days, there was no trace, and strange things began to happen around me frequently.

I started to lose my hair, and the urine I urinated turned blood red.

I asked a doctor to prescribe some medicine, but it seemed that it would be useless after taking it.

And in the middle of the night, I often have nightmares and dream about some demons who are like me who are seeking my life.

But what does those things have to do with me?

And, every time this time, I will be woken up by huge pressure, as if a mountain was pressing against my chest.

Until I was sweating profusely and my body was exhausted, the feeling was lingering.

In addition, there are often no images of me in the mirror in the bathroom, as if I don’t exist in this world.

Even a person as strong as me cannot resist this continuous fear.

I even thought of asking for help, but I didn't expect that when I think of this kind of thought, my thoughts would disappear out of thin air, as if they were stolen.

On the seventh day, I gradually realized that the other party wanted to torture me, causing me to gradually collapse, and finally died in despair.

What a cruel method.

The other party is definitely not alone, but a group of Avengers, a group of madmen with hatred in their hearts, and a tycoon without any worries!

What a great hatred, I should treat a good person like me like this.

My thoughts gradually became a little confused, and I even subconsciously picked up the revolver.

Well, no, what am I going to do?

"Bang bang bang-

Damn, why did the revolver get fire?

I didn't pull the trigger?

Hum? Why do my fingers move?

it hurts!

I felt two self suddenly appearing in my body, one of which was vaguely looking at me with compassion, then controlled my hands to fill the bullets, and then hooked the trigger again.

Yes, why does this guy look exactly like me?

Who are you?

Help-

I couldn't help but yell, but the sound was stuck in my throat and could not be conveyed.
To be continued...